Rage was her compressed Drive,
But a rage kept well-hidden,
Propelled her through the ranks to junior level,
Where her aspirations set their sights on the Top.
To get there would be a struggle,
But she was determined -
You would all struggle with her,
Due to her.
Ah, the delights of the Middle Manager!
The political wheeler-dealing,
The arbitrary commands,
The total ignorance of personal interaction,
The selfishness, duplicity and arrogance that marks out the craven wannabee
Chasing her Destiny.
And then she had a child.
Returned to normal.
Mellowed out, chilled out, hit the real world
Running
Smack
Into her.
I recommend that all bosses should bring up a four-year old single-handed for a year.
We’ve all met the shitty 30-something boss, hypnotised by cultural values, desperate to be a ’success.’
And then their biological clock ends up with them having a child, and the blinkers are removed from their eyes. And though the first year or so goes smoothly with childcare and grandma’s help, by the time their child’s a toddler and they’ve separated from their partner they’re bringing their child up on their own.
And then their biological clock ends up with them having a child, and the blinkers are removed from their eyes. And though the first year or so goes smoothly with childcare and grandma’s help, by the time their child’s a toddler and they’ve separated from their partner they’re bringing their child up on their own.
